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Post by Baalmog on May 4, 2021 20:42:58 GMT -5
It was getting late, the town quiet as far as the streets were concerned while the star filled sky above like a treasure trove of jewels. The black gown that filled the sky glittering the sparkling treasures that littered the skies. In the east a lone planet could be seen, its red hues barely able to be seen by the naked eye and yet it was visible enough to be considered pretty. On this planet, in the small town that he resided in currently, Baalmog stared up into that star filled night pondering the endless expanse of the universe.
He had grown so old that he was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to find that perfect moment, the fight he so craved. The perfect battle between two warriors, that transcendent moment when their fists, or their weapons crossed to ascend their limits... Baalmog knew he had a long ways to go from here, a long path a head to recover from his wounds and grow stronger. His goal was to become as powerful as possible, and yet he had fallen behind because of family. Now he was chasing that family across the stars to stop them.
Baalmog's eyes fell downwards, looking toward the town street a head. His large frame seated upon the top of a shop at the far end of a street. His thoughts returning to the moment, and upon the return of his senses, he heard a faint noise to his left. The demon turning to his eyes to the source of the noise. There he spotted a duo of saiyans holding a sack, the bag squirming in futile effort to escape from their grasp. Muffled noises from the bag could be faintly heard as they dragged the girl into the back room of a nearby building.
Baalmog watched from the roof top for a few more seconds till the door closed. Red eyes narrowing as he groaned, standing up once more. His hands dusting himself off as he made his way to the side of the building he had perched up on and falling to the alley with a resounding boom. The ground shaking beneath his weight. He was much to tall for this place, as he neared the door and realized just how tiny the building was. The door so small it could only come up to his chest, and he had to lower himself down to view into the door he opened.
He was created with a collective "what" as he reached into the door frame and lifted upwards. The door frame shattering as he ripped the whole of the frame upwards so he could fit inside. His entrance into the room was not welcomed either, as the saiyans inside began to ready themselves. Some carrying blasters, others with their fists. It was sure to be an interesting fight, one that Baalmog couldn't help but smile under his helmet in anticipation for.
He had grown so old that he was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to find that perfect moment, the fight he so craved. The perfect battle between two warriors, that transcendent moment when their fists, or their weapons crossed to ascend their limits... Baalmog knew he had a long ways to go from here, a long path a head to recover from his wounds and grow stronger. His goal was to become as powerful as possible, and yet he had fallen behind because of family. Now he was chasing that family across the stars to stop them.
Baalmog's eyes fell downwards, looking toward the town street a head. His large frame seated upon the top of a shop at the far end of a street. His thoughts returning to the moment, and upon the return of his senses, he heard a faint noise to his left. The demon turning to his eyes to the source of the noise. There he spotted a duo of saiyans holding a sack, the bag squirming in futile effort to escape from their grasp. Muffled noises from the bag could be faintly heard as they dragged the girl into the back room of a nearby building.
Baalmog watched from the roof top for a few more seconds till the door closed. Red eyes narrowing as he groaned, standing up once more. His hands dusting himself off as he made his way to the side of the building he had perched up on and falling to the alley with a resounding boom. The ground shaking beneath his weight. He was much to tall for this place, as he neared the door and realized just how tiny the building was. The door so small it could only come up to his chest, and he had to lower himself down to view into the door he opened.
He was created with a collective "what" as he reached into the door frame and lifted upwards. The door frame shattering as he ripped the whole of the frame upwards so he could fit inside. His entrance into the room was not welcomed either, as the saiyans inside began to ready themselves. Some carrying blasters, others with their fists. It was sure to be an interesting fight, one that Baalmog couldn't help but smile under his helmet in anticipation for.
PL: 5,000
WC: 491
WC: 491
